Page 61 of Stuck with Mr. Grump

She shifts on top of me, gripping my shoulders with her eyes shut.

“On top of me. Begging for my cock.”

Her eyes fly open to rest on my face. “I’m not begging you, Sterling.”

“No?” I ask, sliding one finger into her before adding another. “I think you will, darling.”

She moans my name, grinding against my fingers, fucking them while she chases release. A release I’m not too keen on giving her until she begs for it.

“You want to come, angel?” I ask lowly.

She shivers. “Yes.”

“Then beg me.”

Her nails dig into my arms, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure of the moment even as her pussy grips my fingers.

“Come on,” I prod, my fingers hitting a deep part inside of her that has her screaming.

“Please,” she gasps. “Please let me come, asshole.”

I grin. “That’s my girl,” I tell her before my thumb snakes up to her clit, massaging it in tandem with the fingers moving inside of her until she explodes.

“Fuck,” she groans, her head resting against my chest as she comes.

I rub her lower back to calm her down, waiting for the aftershocks to stop. When they do, she pulls back to look at me, her expression tender, but I’m glad to see some hunger still in her expression. I’m about to lift her and set her down on my cock when I remember something.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I tell her.

Emilia’s silent for a beat. “That’s okay, I think. I’m on birth control. I get shots every month. And, um… I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too,” I state, touched that she’s choosing to trust me, to take a chance on us. I press a quick kiss the side of her jaw. “So are you going to fuck me now, or…”

She stares at my hard cock for a second before reaching for it. I notice the hesitation in her expression and my heart speeds up.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, angel,” I quickly say.

“No, I want this. It’s just… been a while since I’ve had sex,” she informs me nervously.

I run my palm across her hips in a soft, soothing motion. “Take your time, angel. You’re the one riding this bus.”

She laughs at that. “Pun intended?”

“Maybe,” I reply with a smile of my own.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she says, lifting her hips and shifting forward.

I tweak an erect nipple with my fingers before taking it into my mouth, sucking hard as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. I jerk at the sensation of entering her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, clutching her ass.

“And you’re so big,” she moans.

She doesn’t move for several moments, acclimating to my size. Finally, when she’s ready, she holds onto my shoulders as leverage to rise before taking me down into her once again. She soon sets a pace that has me seeing stars as she bounces on my cock, taking every inch of me.

“Fuck, Emilia,” I growl. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Her moans come at a higher pace as she continues to fuck me.

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